There is nothing more Zen Buddhist, then making a post with nothing in it and editing it. Except for not making a post at all and meditating on the possibility of the post and its relation to the cycle of attachment.

I'm also quite sleepy, which makes me say weird things. What I'm doing now (make that what I'm SUPPOSED to be doing now, but am not) is studying. Don't worry, I'm drug-free. I just like sharing my sleep-deprived hallucinations with people. They either laugh, give me confused looks, or run to the telephone to call the insane asylum to ask if they're missing an inmate. Go figure.

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I always thought an Arm bar was a place thumbs went to drink wrestle and pick up cute fingers.Cord

Look in your refridgerator... Yes, now look down, CHICKEN MAN! RIGHT THERE! Or... If your a vegitarian... LOOK OUTSIDE MAN! RIGHT OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR! FULL OF FLU! BRINGERS OF DEAAAAAAAAAAAATH!

Actually, I'm more afraid of global warming, melting ice-caps, the inevitable destruction of the planet, the burning of the last 20% or so of fossil fuels... You know. The stuff that doesn't change every year, but gets less press.